Sweet Seduction

Sorry it took so long to update. I don't know why; I've been kinda lazy, I suppose. :p Anyway, here it goes! :)

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"And I love you."

Shallowly, I gasped, barely loud enough for her to hear. She couldn't have possibly just said that. Not already.

'I-- She-- But--'

Gently, I pulled away, only by centimeters. "What did you say?" I said in a whisper.

Prue looked at me in alarm. "What, you don't believe me?" she asked, sounding hurt as well.

"No, Prue, that's not it. I just-- You don't really, do you?"

"You don't want me to love you?"

"Prue, no, it's not like that," I said, nearly pleading because she looked so perplexed. "This is the first time you've said that--"

"No, I said it last night," she countered.

"No," I replied shortly, "You said 'falling in love.' Not 'I love you.'"

Prue didn't speak; she only stared disappointedly. She looked away to the floor, her teeth biting the inside of her cheek. "I am, though," she spoke softly.

I couldn't speak. This was happening to fast. Even though I couldn't admit it, I was feeling the same way, but I couldn't do that. I had a job to do. But I couldn't hurt Prue. "This is happening too fast," I mumbled and sat on the bed.

"But it's happening," Prue said and kneeled before me, grabbing my hand. "Delilah, I haven't felt like this in a long time. I haven't felt like it since..."

"Andy," I whispered.

With furrowed eyebrows, she questioned, "You know about Andy?"

"Piper mentioned him while we shopped today. You loved him, she said."

"Yeah," she said, sadly smiling, "I did. And I know that he wants me to be happy, and with you, I am. I have no idea how... or-or why, but I am." She rose a little so that her face was at the same height as mine before kissing me passionately. I panted as she pulled away and asked huskily, "Do you love me, Delilah?"

Afraid that if I spoke, Jarrod would be able to hear, I used my power to reply: Yes.

Smirking that beautiful smirk, she said, "Tell me. Aloud."

Her hand stroked my thigh through the lavender fabric, causing me to shudder. I didn't care anymore. "I love you, Prue," I said defiantly.

Giggling girlishly, Prue tackled me onto the bed and kissed along my neck veins. I moaned at the movement and forced my hands down her sides to lift up her shirt. She wore a black, lacy bra underneath that barely covered her lucious breasts. I purred excitedly at the sight and pushed her down so that her head rested on the pillows. As my tongue licked around the edges of her bra, just tasting her honey-sweet skin, my fingers reached around to her back to unclasp the piece of clothing. Easily, I removed the undergarnment and took in the sight of her milky breasts again. "Besides that whole shower-incident yesterday, I don't believe I've given these lovely girls the attention they deserve," I said through a broad grin.

Prue continued to smirk and replied, "No, I don't believe you have."

I pecked her nose with my lips before kissing both of the mounds lightly. I took one of her swollen nipples into my mouth, lathering it delicately with saliva, while I kneaded the other one with my hand. She moaned and squirmed eagerly under me, urging me to quicken my pace. I rotated to the other breast and repeated the same movement.

I dipped my tongue into her small navel before coming to her long skirt. I pulled off the skirt quickly along with her damp undies. "Mmm," I hummed as I inhaled the tangy smell of her sex. I licked around her lips, and she immediately began to rotate her hips to meet the motion. I dove my tongue inside her pussy, lapping at her folds like a cat.

"Oooh... oh, Delilah," she moaned, panting excitedly.

Smiling to myself, I continued to slither inside her, tasting her precious juices. With a little hesitance, and a short, frustrated shriek from Prue, I replaced my tongue with two fingers, slowly pumping them in and out of her. "Is this okay?" I whispered.

"Mmm, yes..." she purred, "Mm, it's very okay."

I leaned forward to catch her mouth with my own, my fingers still working their magic. She kept moaning in my mouth, her voice flowing down my throat. I pulled away and suckled on her breasts again, then added a third finger into her wetness.

"De-Delilah!" she cried, "I'm...." And she came all over my hand.

I thrusted my fingers into her a few more times before pulling out and licking up all of her fallen juices. I laid down beside her, kissed her lips, and told her, "You're so beautiful. I can't believe I'm actually here with you."

She laughed lightly and caressed my breast through the thin material of my gown. She straddled herself on top of me and took my mouth with hers.

After many long, amazing hours, Prue and I had fallen asleep. I awoke in the middle of the night, my cheek still rested against her bare chest. I pulled away gently, rubbed my eyes, and peered over to the clock on the table which read 12:42AM. Yawning sleepily, I could feel how dry my throat was. I slipped out of the bed as quietly as I could, examined some of the clothes hidden in Prue's dresser, found a long nightgown, slipped it on, and shut the bedroom door behind me.

The hall was deserted, along with the rooms downstairs. A light, however, was on in the kitchen. Curiously, I walked toward the kitchen entrance and tried to catch who was in there. It could've been Piper or Phoebe. Or it could've been...

Belthazor.

'Shit,' I thought. He was sitting at the table with a bowl of something in front of him, sipping uninterestedly out of a spoon, apparently lost in thought. I thought about turning away and going back up the stairs, but I was certain that he wouldn't try anything right now. And I was really thirsty.

I cleared my throat just loud enough for him to hear it; he sputtered into the utensil and turned my way hastily. Smiling with amusement, I whispered, "Scare you?"

"Of course not," he said quietly, standing up and wiping his chin with his hand, a stern look on his face. "What are you doing down here? Spying on me?"

"Nope. Just came down for some water," I replied without hesitance and opened up a cupboard for a glass. I placed the glass under the sink's faucet as I asked him, "Why are you down here?"

He resat on the chair but kept his eyes on me. "Thinking," he answered plainly.

After my glass had filled, I walked toward the table to sit beside him. "Ohh," I whispered and took a drink. "About what?"

"Do I need to let you know everything?"

"You used to let me know everything," I responded.

He cut off his stare and turned to his bowl again. "That was a long time ago," he murmured into the bowl.

"Not that long," I said, rearranging myself in the seat.

"Delilah, will you answer me seriously?" he asked importantly. His gaze had turned back to me when he said this.

Hesitantly, I questioned, "What--"

"Why did you come here?"

I knew it was going to come out of someone's mouth sooner or later. "Why do you want to know?" I countered. I was only doing this to give myself time to come up with a good reason.

Through gritted teeth, he said, "I've already told you. I know you're here because of them, and them means Phoebe--"

"But I don't want to hurt Phoebe. I don't intend on hurting any of them!" I retaliated as quietly as possible.

"So why can't you tell me why you're here?" he inquired.

"You'll tell them," I said.

"I may or may not. You used to be able to tell me anything, too, you know," he said, crossing his strong arms over his broad chest.

I shook my head at him. "Don't try to use that on me; I'm over you."

"But you're obviously very into Prue..." he said smoothly.

"Prue actually cares about me."

"Does she?"

"Yes," I said without any hesitance. "She told me she loves me."

He chuckled. "You're working your magic on her, too? I knew this was a job."

"You think you know what's going on--"

"Oh, but I do." He leaned forward so closely it was as if there were tons of people in the kitchen that could hear us and he couldn't chance anyone hearing. "I'm guessing The Source is running out of his demons to go after the Charmed Ones, so he decided that, since you're so experienced," he said acidly, as though he hated himself for saying it, "in this type of area, you'd be good to try and seduce one of them."

I stared at him blankly but, on the inside, I was screaming with worry.

"I'm right, aren't I?" he said sadly.

I turned my head away to the glass of water. "How did you know?" I questioned quietly.

"I used to work for him; I know how he likes things to go." He cleared his throat and continued, "Though, I am a bit surprised because you've never been with any women before... have you?"

"A female warlock," I told him, taking a drink of the water before adding, "but that was a very unpleasant experience."

He asked, "Weren't they all?"

I sighed. "No... not all." He knew that I was referring to him. His jaw tightened and he looked away from me, back to his bowl. "Belthazor--"

"Cole," he interrupted.

"Cole," I restated with an eye roll, "I cared about you a lot before, and I do still care about you. I really do." He turned back to me with interest. "But I understand how you feel about Phoebe, and how you were willing to fake your death and go into hiding just for her. Demons were after you... they still are.

And when I was assigned to come here, I had no idea what I was getting into. I just wanted to do what I had to get Prue, and then, when she was mine, take her into the Underworld with me." I hated myself for sounding so cruel and unemotional about saying that. "But I've-- No, I am in love with her. I have no idea how or-or-or why, even. She's so beautiful, and she just takes my breath away every time I look at her. I didn't know I'd be getting into this and falling in love." I saw the smallest smile form on his lips, and I smiled myself. "It's like I'm describing how you feel for Phoebe, isn't it?"

He nodded. "It's difficult. You know that they'll come after you once you've decided to be good."

"I'm willing to make that sacrifice for her," I said calmly. Then I sighed with discomfort and he took note of it.

"What is it?" Cole asked.

This time I leaned forward closely to tell him. "He's having me be watched."

"By who?" He sounded angry.

Gulping quietly, I replied, "Jarrod."

He leaned backward and folded his arms over his chest again. I couldn't tell exactly what he was feeling but it didn't look positive.

"Cole, you have to promise me you won't tell Phoebe, Piper, or Prue. Promise me," I pleaded.

With a heavy sigh, he looked me straight in the eyes and promised.

"Thank you," I said, standing up and hugging him in his chair. That familiar smell of his skin became intoxicating. I ordered myself to calm down as I pulled away. Looking down at the floor, I mumbled "good night" and headed off into the hall and up the stairs.

I walked into Prue's room and shut the door. Prue squirmed in the bed and awoke, eyeing me sleepily. "Delilah?" she asked groggily.

"Hey," I said softly, a smile forming at my lips.

"What're" - she yawned - "you doing up?"

"I was thristy," I told her as I climbed into the bed next to her.

"Mmm," she hummed, her eyelids slowly falling past her eyes, then lifting hastily before falling back down again.

My smile broadened. "Let's go back to sleep, okay?" I said quietly.

She yawned once more before replying, "Okay." She snuggled into my arms, her head resting on my upperarm. I placed my head upon hers, the sweet smell of her shampoo invading my nose. I couldn't deny that I enjoyed the wonderful smell of Belthazor's body when I'd hugged him, but his aroma compared to Prue's, there was absolutely no contest.

Deeply smiling to myself, I planted a gentle kiss on my lover's forehead and fell back into sleep.

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By the way, I believe for this story that there'll only be about maybe four more chapters? I'm not sure, but between 3-6, and then you'll have to let me know about a possible SEQUEL?! Haha, let me know, guys. :D

PS - I wrote another story a few days ago in this Charmed section. Be sure to check it out, please! :)

I'm done for now. :)